Isn’t Life Strange

Isn’t life strange, a turn of the page?

Can read like before, can we ask for more?

Each day passes by,    how hard man will try

The sea will not wait;

You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry

Wished I could be in your heart,

To be one with your love

Wished I could be in your eyes,

looking back where you    were;

and here we are

Isn’t love strange, a word we arrange?

With no thought or care   , maker of despair

Each breath that we breathe, with love we must weave

To make us as one;

You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry

Wished I could be in your heart,

To be one with your love

Wished I could be in your eyes,

looking back where you    were;

when we were young

Isn’t life strange, a turn of the page?

A book without light, unless with love we write

To throw it away,    to lose just a day

The quicksand of time;

You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry

Wished I could be in your heart,

To be one with your love

Wished I could be in your eyes,

looking back where you    were

Wished I could be in your heart,

To be one with your love

Wished I could be in your eyes,

looking back where you    were

Wished I could be in your heart,

To be one with your love

Wished I could be in your eyes,

looking back where you    were